Page 71 of Rock Chick Bonus Tracks

Seth took it and Hector folded into the other rocking chair next to him.

“He good?” Hector asked.

Seth gently patted the diapered bottom of Gus where he lay, on his belly on his granddad’s chest, head turned Hector’s way, his little pink lips pursed, eyes closed, the wispy black hairs on his head swaying in the breeze.

“He’d sleep through a hurricane,” Seth replied.

“Thank fuck,” Hector muttered.

Seth chuckled.

They sat in the shade sipping beer in comfortable silence, while the women messed around under a Cretan sun.

Seth broke it.

“I never thanked you. High time I did.”

“For what?”

“You know what.”

He did.

“I loved her,” Hector explained simply.

“Even then?”

Hector took a sip.

When he was done, he replied, “From the minute I laid eyes on her.”

“I know that feeling.”

Finally, Hector looked to his father-in-law. “I know you do.” He gave it a beat, taking in the man beside him, who was no less fit and vital than he’d been the first time Hector met him, and he advised, “You should find someone, man.”

Another pat on Gus’s diaper and, “I’m an old granddad now.”

Not even close.

“You’re not even sixty.”

Seth’s focus sharpened on him. “I think you know, there’s only oneone.”

Hector turned to look at Sadie in her ice-blue bikini, swinging Lola around, both of their laughter mingling and drifting up to the villa.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “There’s only oneone.”

Hector took another sip of his beer and stretched out his legs.

Seth kept rocking so Gus would keep sleeping.

And the Cretan sun gleamed off the sea.

Track 8

Rock Chick Revolution

Never in Any Doubt

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